Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.